.
~~
One day you were waiting
your soul singing,
behind an open window,
in front of a large meadow
For the days long
there you made a love song
that blew me so long
grew our love so strong
where never seen any sad,
even days were not at all bad
If I did a little late
that I never forget,
sometimes you made a huff
but between us there was no gap
..
O, the days have gone
If I do not make any wrong
yet the little robin sings the spring's song,
which I bought through my lifelong
But your silhouette,
doesn't go a little far off yet
With a mystic fate
there a pair of pigeons set
yet trying to mate
just before the last breath
.
..
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
I have this perfect idea of the most comfortable, happy life I could ever imagine to live.
We can get married now!
My family will love you.
One of us will propose in public, and people will watch and cry with us.
Because even strangers get cavities just watching our sweet sugar love melt into caramel.
I’ll wear a dress and walk down the aisle, something I swore I would never do, because I hadn't met you yet.
But in my head, the person standing at alter waiting for me? She’s blurry.
I knew from the first time you kissed me that I could be your wife.
But my level of crazy love does not match the shallow depth of yours.
I wanted to stand in front of my family and show them the grand canyon that our love fills up.
That will never be us.
You won't tell me 'yes'.
But you can't tell me 'no'.
Waking up to you every day makes that truth sink and leave impressions on my skin.
A wound that will never scab over.
You kiss me good morning and my eyes see that same blurry figure.
I still revel in the love you give.
Because even if I can’t have you forever, I will not pass up having you for now.
We are two parallel lines; steady, constant, reliable,
But n e v e r intersecting.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
never believed in much
just people
and lord knows they let you down
but maybe you, gripping your holy pages, will find peace tonight
maybe you'll get to sleep.
maybe you don't have to feel like you're going crazy, losing something you never had. maybe.
but me? oh, for heaven's sake, i am getting by.
i am losing my grip and getting lost in worry and wonder
but i am just fine.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
after tonight
i will watch you slip from my fingers and into the path that you choose
you will not be mine nor will you know that i have been holding you by my fingers all this time
i will watch you go into someone else's arms yet i will be content that you will find the person that will hold you by the tips of their fingers and hands
i will continue to treasure your smile, because let's face it, it's what i'm good at
it's been 4 years and each time i close my eyes, i see the sun shining, peaking through a cloud, like the corners of your lips that gently forms into that smile
and to the next 4 years to come, whether i will close my eyes and wake up to you by my bed side, or to an empty sheet of paper, a cold side of the pillow, a half finished cigarette, or to the smile i have treasured
you will always be the first person that i have loved ever
and i don't care if you have to wake up to someone else's arms wrapped around you
just remember that i will always be here, waiting, maybe even forever
n.j.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I didn't cry. I couldn't.
I thought I was being strong. Crying isn't weakness though.
I thought I was doing it for the family. I wasn't helping nor hindering anyone.
I made myself ill out of pride. You were diseased.
Cancer victims don't suffer alone. Their loved ones suffer with them.
We don't suffer with pain, no. We suffer with the anxiety of the wish for health or relief.
Never knowing what would come. Always on tenterhooks.
That's just the way life works. Until you left.
Now you've left us. To suffer without you is almost harder.
It's not the death that's tough. It's the living that comes after.
In simple terms, there are three stages. For us watching the victims.
The first. Living a nearly normal life, nothing's wrong.
The second. Accepting the cancer and learning to live with you in pain.
The third. Living without you.
Cancer is mean. Cancer is selfish.
Cancer kills without a cause. Cancer.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
After 26 days
I realize that I was not in the right place
to make any decision for both of us
I also realize that being in love with you
is a choice that I keep on making
every single day
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
*Your compassion for art
Led me to think I loved it too,
But it wasn't art I grew to love*
It was the memory of you.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
If someone thinks its Wednesday but its Tuesday
Technically it is Wednesday not Tuesday to them
Because days are a human creation and they don't have name
And so when someone believes its a day
To them it can be that day
Because days don't exist.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
There is one thing I know for certain.
If you could not endure loneliness,
Then you wouldn't survive long in the real world.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC